life is a birdbath.

went out there for quiet. For a moment tho, it worked. Everything felt lighter, like something had finally loosened its grip on me. The air felt different and I could breathe again. But the calm didn’t feel all that natural The longer I was out there the longer it felt like it was an invitation And an invitation it was. I felt it come back slowly. I could’ve pushed it away, know I could’ve but part of me didn’t want to. Maybe that’s the worst part. I met a horse out there, I named him Brian. It was calm in a way I wasn’t. Like it belonged to that place, or understood it better than I ever could. I left, but I don’t think I left everything behind. And Silas you’re still the only thing that feels real when everything else starts slipping. I don’t know what that says about me, but I know it matters. life is a birdbath. (also sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, mental health was shit and my camera broke sorry)